Protection Duty [B-RANK-TRAINING-REA E-C0]

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Hai-chan yawned, happy as could be. Her family, however, was quite tense as they explained the mission to Okami. He had been contacted by the Village Council, now that the confusion of his rank was cleared up. After the hype of the twin SS-Ranked missions he completed was cleared up, things were back to normal. A rank and S rank missions for him were a bit of a stretch, considering his recent injuries, but a B-Rank mission involving one of the children of the Hidden Heavens being threatened...He couldn't just sit on his ass and wait to heal so long that he'd let someone like Little Miss Hai get hurt for someone else's jealousy. Apparently, some people have been getting antsy about their family's wealth, and they had had to hire a bodyguard for the past few weeks. Unfortunately, the normal bodyguard wasn't able to come in for the day, and the family contacted the Village, suspecting foul play.

The little miss walked over and gave Okami a hug once her parents handed her off for the day, which Okami laughingly returned. She was a cute little thing, with short blonde and startlingly pink eyes. She stood about three foot nothing, and wore a traditional kimono, layered to high heaven and very suiting for the princess of a wealthy family. laughing, she did a little swirl as she trotted off towards the small private school that she went to here in Amagakure. This was to be an interesting day, for sure, as Okami's chest was sore as all hell from the arrow that had punched through it not a week prior. Then, about a week before that, he had broken several ribs and crushed a few organs in a death match with King Minos. The pain medications he was taking didn't help completely, and he was on about three times the normal dose. Luckily it wasn't narcotic, so he could still take it while on duty.

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Well, the day could definitely have gotten more interesting, it would seem, as Okami soon found out. In school, the usual suspects were easily found, as school bullies seemed to be a very common theme. As he was dressed in plain clothes, white training gi over straight, unassuming black pants, the children were more open around him, allowing him more access to information than if he had just shown up in his normal garb. As it stood, however, all he had learned was who all liked Suzuki, the pretty teacher from room A, and suspicions as to who he was. It was fairly public knowledge that Miss Hai had a bodyguard, but he looked drastically different from Okami, with a shaved head and an earpiece. Okami himself was not from the area, so no one would have recognized him. In fact, Suzuki-Sensei pulled him aside just as they entered class to ask him just about that.

"Listen, who are you? You've been following Hai-chan around all day, and you aren't her bodyguard, so look. I won't tolerate any funny business under my watch, even if her family has promised her to you. Understand me?" The teacher looked in his mismatched eyes with a stare so intense it could melt steel. It wasn't helped by the fact that her chocolatey-brown eyes were framed by such a pretty face, with platinum blonde hair falling in a pixie cut above slim eyebrows and a meticulous effort to hide a usually cheery smile. Okami was quick to deny the fact that no, he harbored no ill will towards Hai-chan, and that the only relationship he had with her was that he was her replacement bodyguard for the day. He also explained the threats against her family, and that he was a shinobi dispatched by the village in order to keep their citizens safe. He would then motion to the small pouch on his belt, containing a single kunai and a pair of shuriken. She would accept this all with grace, even beaming at him when he said that he was a ninja. He supposed he had found a reason to stay in  class after all, instead of being out in the hall listening in and resting like his doctors wanted him to.

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The rest of the school day went by uneventfully, other than the fact that he and the teacher had mad moony eyes at each other the entire time. Apparently she had gone to the Academy, but had retired as a Genin due to having had trouble with her chakra. While she could preform basic jutsu, her chakra levels were not high enough to preform any jutsu outside of the Academy. She was two years younger than him, and had graduated around 5 years later. Of course, he was only 12 when he had graduated, making him the youngest shinobi in the village and a prodigy, so it wasn't fair to her to be compared to him. Soon, they were out and about on the street, walking the mile and a half to Miss Hai's house with the little girl babbling on to him while he listened intently. She was talking to him about how she wanted a pony named Sapphire when he suddenly stopped. Looking around, he watched the chakra in the air with his eye and noticed something was amiss. The pressure in the air was increased, and he had seen someone just walk by that had passed them five blocks ago. Something was wrong.

Suddenly, the man that had walked into the alley to the south jumped out wearing all black, grabbing hold of Hai-chan, covering her screams for help with an arm. Leaping into action, Okami punched him swiftly with a right hook while catching Little Miss Hai with his other arm. Whispering quietly into her ear, he told her one word. "Run."

Letting her go, Okami drew a Kunai from his belt pouch and slashed horizontally, backhanding it as the opponent dodged. Attempting to grab Okami's arm, the man would try to disarm him, but his grip on the kunai was adamant. Kneeing the man in the gut, he would toss him off like a ragdoll before side kicking him through a wall, tossing the pair of shuriken into his chest as he went. Stepping through the rice paper and timbers, Okami would then hammer the man with the ring on the base of the kunai, knocking him out and leaving him for the police to find. After all, he didn't kill lightly, and it wasn't the only thing he did.